A man has been created out of the blinds amongst the curtains.
I discovered him one night when I couldn’t sleep. I was staring hard at the desk and curtains in front of me, shapes started to emerge within the blinds. His birth was a gradual process and he was thus born.
I couldn’t sleep despite the amount of trickery I tried on myself. My mind outwitted me.
I spoke to him. He seemed nice. Too tall and lean, it scared me. He was cloaked in darkness.
He seemed uninviting.
He watched every move.
I did not want to be scared of him.
The first step was acknowledging his existence.
It was only fair to give my friend a name.
He was my creation. So, I gave him his name, Rounald.
I connected with his name. It felt intimate.
It was hard to sleep knowing his darkness just stared at me. He moved funny. He did not move from his spot, yet he was all over the place.
He was like one of those tall balloons high up in the sky with hands and legs that moved around in the air.
I kept watching him.
I stared at him intensely and had conversations. It was one sided but satisfying.
After a point, my visions started to blur, and I saw him leaping all over. He no longer was my Rounald.
I told him to quit it.
I was afraid of him now.
I turned away from him, turned over to left side of the bed and slept.
I wanted to peek a look and see if he was still there, lurking
I couldn’t bring myself to do it because I was tired and did not want to give him the satisfaction, but I was mostly scared.
Nowadays, I do not want to step into the bedroom when the lights are off.
I know he would be there in his usual spot.
How do I know?
It’s because I have felt a cold draft of wind behind my back at the very thought of him. A physical coldness now encapsulates me.
It was chilling then but now, romantic.
I am still scared but my fears are now being washed over.
Slow and steady wins the game.
I have created him. That’s the fact.
To live alongside him or to deny his existence, that was my call.
I chose the former
Now, I sleep at ease knowing he watches over me.